Meditation Is The Soul's Perspective Glass, Whereby,

Vice Is A Peripatetic, Always In Progression.

Truth And Fidelity Are The Pillars Of The Temple Of The World; When These Are Broken, The Fabric Falls, And Crushes All To Pieces.

Business Is The Salt Of Life, Which Not Only Gives A Grateful Smack To It, But Dries Up Those Crudities That Would Offend, Preserves From Putrefaction And Drives Off All Those Blowing Flies That Would Corrupt It.

There Is No Man But For His Own Interest Hath An Obligation To Be Honest. There May Be Sometimes Temptations To Be Otherwise; But, All Cards Cast Up, He Shall Find It The Greatest Ease, The Highest Profit, The Best Pleasure, The Most Safety, And The Noblest Fame, To Hold The Horns Of This Altar, Which, In All Assays, Can In Himself Protect Him.

Shall I Speak Truly What I Now See Below? The World Is All A Carkass, Smoak And Vanity, The Shadow Of A Shadow, A Play And In One Word, Just Nothing.